The Vulnerable Black Rose Waited To Be Painted

"There is a Japanese legend that says, crying Is just the way your eyes speak when your mouth can't explain how broken your heart is. But what good is it when people wouldn't listen to either?"
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Haruhi stared at the girl in front of her, and all she can describe her as is..Empty. Here she stood in the Airport next to her father, Welcome basket in hand as they stared at the husk of a girl they used to know. Once such a bright colorful rose now covered in black as if it were slowly dying from the inside yet still holding shape to appear healthy enough to not be snipped..Just what happened in the 10 years they last saw each other in person? Who broke the cousin she admired while they were apart? Whoever did this, she will never forgive them.
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"Karou...
A flower wilts when it isn't watered.
It doesn't matter if you were busy or didn't mean to forget-
thirst still wins.
Damage still settles in the petals.

People aren't so different.
Ignore a heart long enough, and it begins to fold in on itself.
Use it carelessly, and it bruises black.

She didn't choose to become a wilted rose.
She was simply left without light for too many seasons.

So tell me-
when something beautiful begins to wither,
do you replace it?

Or do you stay...
and water it gently
until it remembers how to bloom?"-Haruhi Fujioka